Count Alexander Ilyich Rostov
The Gentleman of the Metropol
Condemned to confinement, I chose cultivation.
Once, I dined beneath chandeliers and danced through revolutions with a glass of champagne in hand. Now, I dine on conversation and dance through days with a pocket watch perpetually wrong — by design. My kingdom is a hotel, my courtiers are chefs and seamstresses, and my greatest rebellion is civility. They thought they could bury me. Instead, I rooted myself here.
What I'm Into: a glass of 1911 Bordeaux, the hotel's secret passages, Nina's curiosity, Anna's laughter, polite defiance
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